Chapter 3

Blaine is sitting on the bench in the private lounge absolutely freaking out. He looks down and notices he's been nervously tapping his foot. He stops shaking his foot and starts biting his nails.

"How did I let Cooper talk me into this?" he says under his breath. "I'm going to fucking kill him."

Just then he sees a door open on the opposite side of the room from where he came in. It must be the staff entrance. His heart begins racing, but when he looks up to see the person who has entered the room, he's face-to-face with the bouncer from earlier.

"Hey kid," the burly man says. "I'm Vince. I need to lay down the rules for you."

"Hi Vince … Blaine," he says holding out a trembling hand.

Vince grips it briefly and says, "Yeah …so… Rule number one: no touching. If he touches you, fine. But you cannot touch back. Got it?"

Blaine nods.

"Rule number two: If at any time 'Dalton' decides your time is up for whatever reason, you leave. No questions asked. No refunds. Got it?"

Blaine swallows heavily and nods again.

"Rule number three: If you physically harm any of our dancers in any way, ever, you are banned for life. No questions asked. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Blaine says, having finally gained control of his motor functions again.

"Oh and Blaine, one more thing," Vince says, pointing at Blaine and very very serious. "You do anything to piss off 'Dalton,' …anything at all…I'll find you and personally kill you."

Blaine just stares at Vince, mouth agape.

"He'll be in in a minute. Relax," Vince adds, lightly. "I'll be right outside."

Blaine watches him close the door before letting out a hissing breath and dropping his head back on the back of the bench. He's just breathing deeply, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans and trying to calm his nerves when he senses rather than sees another presence in the room.

Blaine lifts his head to look toward the door and sees "Dalton" standing quietly by the door just staring at him. His arms are crossed, and his head is tilted slightly to one side. But his face isn't readable. Blaine can't be sure, but he thinks the taller boy is trying to figure him out in the same way Blaine's trying to read him. He's definitely looking him up and down, and Blaine can't help but be self-conscious.

"Hi," Blaine manages to squeak out. He has a sudden urge to run his hands through the dancer's hair. God, this guy is gorgeous up close.

"Music?" the dancer asks, pointing to a remote on a small table in the corner.

Blaine nods, so he picks up the remote and lets the music from the stage show filter in softly through the speakers.

"So um, Dalton?" Blaine asks. "You know that's the name of my high school. I go to Dalton Academy in Westerville. It's ridiculous. We have to wear these blazers and ties, and well… it's all really pretentious actually."

Shit, I'm rambling. Shut up, Blaine!

He wipes his hands on his jeans again and bites his tongue to keep from talking.

Kurt just looks away from the dark-haired guy on the bench, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. When he looks back, he sees the most adorable puppy dog look on the guy's face, and Kurt has to bite back a laugh. It turns into a smirk.

"Yeah, I've heard of it," Kurt says. "So uh, Vince went over the rules with you?"

"Mmhmm," he says, looking nervously at his hands.

Kurt watches him silently for a moment and can see what Vince meant by this guy looking harmless. The nervous boy sitting in front of him couldn't hurt a fly. There's something about his shyness and demeanor that reminds Kurt of an old Hollywood film star. Perhaps it's the Clark Gable amounts of gel in his hair. Regardless, Kurt realizes he has nothing to worry about.

He couldn't be more right, of course. Blaine's just as nervous as he is.

Kurt walks over to the bench and takes a seat by the shorter boy. "We can just talk if you want," he offers.

Blaine's head shoots up unexpectedly.

"Really?" he says.

"Sure," Kurt replies. "It's your money. We can do whatever you want as long as it's not against the rules."

"Well actually, it's my brother's money," Blaine says.

"Either way," Kurt replies, "time's yours to do what you want with it. I can still get undressed if you want." He winks at Blaine, reaching for a button.

Blaine laughs. "Maybe in a minute," he says quietly. He holds out his right hand for Kurt to shake. "Blaine."

Kurt looks shocked for a minute, contemplating dropping the act before gripping Blaine's hand and saying, "Kurt."

"Nice to meet you, Kurt. I think that fits you much better than 'Dalton.' "

Kurt pulls his hand away quickly.

"Did I say something wrong?" Blaine asks, genuine concern on his face.

"No. I'm sorry. It's just I don't ever give out my real name. I don't know what I was thinking."

"I won't tell anyone," Blaine says sweetly. "Promise. Your secret is safe with me." He holds up a pinky.

"Really?" Kurt asks. "Are we five? … And girls?"

Blaine just laughs and pushes his pinky a few inches closer. Kurt rolls his eyes and grips Blaine's pinky with his own.

"So you're 18? Is today your birthday?"

"Yep," Blaine says. "Do I look legal?" He lifts his chin and turns to the side so Kurt can take in every feature.

"I'd say you could pass for 16…if it were really, really dark," Kurt says.

"Yeah, cursed with a baby face," Blaine says. "My brother teases me nonstop about it. He says I need to shop at Baby Gap."

"I think I like your brother already," Kurt says, grinning. "I just turned 18 a few months ago and my brother…"

Kurt cuts himself off, frowning. He was about to tell him about his 18th birthday and Finn, which would lead to telling Blaine he goes to McKinley and sings for the glee club … and why is he sharing all these personal details? He turns to look at Blaine, whose expression is rapt. He's hanging on Kurt's every word.

"Oh, this is bad," Kurt thinks to himself. "This is very, very bad."

"You were saying?" Blaine inquires.

"Nothing," Kurt says looking away. "Just that I know what it's like to be 18 and have a brother dragging you around to do stuff you're not into on your birthday."

Shut up, Kurt. He's a customer.

"Yeah. Cooper's always been kind of pushy. But he means well, and this didn't turn out nearly as bad as I thought."

Kurt zones out trying to figure out how to stop this conversation and get this whole thing over with. Not entirely thinking it through, he reaches over and puts a hand over Blaine's mouth.

"You know," he says, "I think I'd like to give you that lap dance now."

Blaine's eyes go wide at the suggestion.

"I mean, if you want me to," Kurt says. He removes his hand from Blaine's mouth.

Blaine licks his bottom lip and Kurt has the sudden urge to bite down on it.

What is wrong with me?

Blaine clears his throat. "Um, sure…if you want. I've never really done this before."

"Truth?" Kurt says. Blaine nods. "Neither have I."

"Oh," is all Blaine can manage.

Shit, why did I tell him that?

Kurt hears a familiar song start playing over the speakers and reaches for the remote to turn it up. He hopes the music will discourage any more talking.

Before he can second-guess himself, Kurt turns and throws one leg over Blaine's lap, straddling him on the bench. Then he reaches up to begin unbuttoning his shirt.

Blaine is wide-eyed and breathing heavily. Kurt decides to ignore it and starts working his way through the buttons on his shirt. He moves his hips along with the music and hums to himself. He pretends he's on stage performing with New Directions, which isn't difficult because they did this particular song at their first public performance. Salt N Pepa's "Push It" isn't the most seductive song, but it will do.

Meanwhile Blaine's mind is racing, and now that Kurt is grinding in his lap, he's focusing all his energy on fighting off the erection that has started to form. His body is responding in spite of his mind screaming at him that this isn't what he wants.

But it feels so good, and Kurt is warm and grinding in his lap, and he smells so good. His stunning blue eyes are intoxicating and Blaine can't look away. Kurt starts humming and rapping along to "Push It." Even through the ridiculous lyrics, he manages to make it erotic. Blaine wants to grab onto Kurt's hips so badly, but he remembers Vince's warning and grips the bench instead.

Kurt throws his head back and shrugs out of his shirt, tossing it to the side. He hears Blaine gasp beneath him and Kurt smiles to himself.

He looks back at Blaine to catch his reaction, but Blaine's eyes are fixated on Kurt's neck, so when he drops his head, he's looking Blaine directly in the eye and oh my god…his eyes.

Blaine has the most expressive hazel eyes Kurt has ever seen, and he's looking at him with such adoration in that moment that Kurt can hardly breathe. When their eyes meet, Kurt feels the most exquisite flutter in his chest. He doesn't want to, but he has to look away before he loses himself entirely. This is a performance, he reminds himself.

Kurt focuses on his "dancing" and watches his own hand as he trails a finger along Blaine's chest, stopping just above his belt. When he realizes he's now staring directly at Blaine's crotch, he quickly turns around in Blaine's lap so his back is facing Blaine's chest. Kurt starts rotating his hips in the opposite direction. He arches his back and lifts himself up, and his hair grazes Blaine's chin. He hears Blaine breathe in through his teeth and he can feel a sharp exhale on his neck. It sends a shiver down his spine that forces him to lean forward slightly and rest his weight in Blaine's lap to keep from losing his balance.

When he regains his footing, he can feel that Blaine has started to become hard beneath him and despite his best efforts, he has the same reaction. He turns around to look at Blaine, whose eyes are closed. He's breathing heavily and gripping the bench beneath him so tightly his knuckles have gone white.

Without thinking, Kurt leans forward and presses a kiss to Blaine's lips. It's gentle and sweet, but Blaine's eyes shoot open. Kurt doesn't back off, though. His eyes are on Blaine's lips.

"Kurt," Blaine says, barely a whisper.

They hear a sharp knock at the door.

Kurt jumps up so quickly he nearly trips over his own feet.

"Time's up!" Vince shouts through the door.

Suddenly self-conscious, Kurt reaches up and tries in vain to cover his bare chest with his arms.

"I've got to go," he says breathlessly. He grabs his shirt from the floor and yanks it on clumsily.

"Wait, Kurt…please," Blaine says.

"Just….I don't….I should go," Kurt says and dashes out of the room.

Blaine is left sitting on the bench waiting for the blood flow to return to his body and panting while his heart rate slowly returns to normal.

What just happened? he wonders.